Trouble

Lowell George

You yelled hey when your car wouldn't start

So you got real nervous and started to eat your heart out

Now you're so fat your shoes don't fit on your feat

You got trouble

And it's tailor made

Well mama lay your head down in the shade

'Cause your eyes are tired, and your feat are too

And you wish the world was as tired as you, whoa

Well I'll write a letter, and I'll send it away

And put all the trouble in int you had today

Oh your telephone ring and you went "oh ho"

You forgot about this, and you forgot about that

'Cause you got to get back to what you doing

Goodbye, click that, so and so

You're an island and on your own

You yelled hey when the stove blew up

Upset? Why yes

And the footprints on your ceiling, they're almost gone

And you're wondering why?

Well mama lay your head down, don't you cry